Like the scratching sounds of insect beneath the blades and soil,
We'll begin the clock ticking away to ends as black as oil.
Now it's founding in the air, left it in left field for you to find.
Outside of your peripheral vision of this never-ending night.

It's a strange world, isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight
When I watched her walk into the light.
It's a strange world, isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight
When I watched her walk into the light.
I watched her walk into the light.